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In which it was clogged

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Honestly, I wasn’t even going to write a post today even though I spent the entire morning laughing with Andie. It’s really all her fault though. I normally write the second I get back from working out but that’s because I’m normally alone at that time.

BUT … Andie is home for 3 weeks so she’s always around when I get home and she distracts me and I’m never good in the afternoon so that’s why it’s all her fault.

I hear the World Cup in the other room and I’m missing it but I’m doing it for you guys. I remembered that I promised I’d finish up the BIG MOVE!!!

As I was telling you, all was going well until we had basically moved all the stuff into Andie’s new apartment and it was time to vacuum her old bedroom. That’s because she had friends moving into the new place even as she was moving out.

So she’s vacuuming and she calls me in there.

Andie: mom

Me: what?

Andie: come here

Me: why?

Andie: because the vacuum is making a weird noise

Me: did you turn it over?

And then I get a blank look because as home we have an “in house” vacuum and although she’s had this Electrolux for YEARS she has literally never turned it over to check it.

So I go into her room

Me: see? You just turn it over so make sure something is not stuck

Andie: oh

And then I die … and she practically pukes …

BECAUSE

What I expected to see was a string or something stuck on the beater …

BUT WHAT I DID SEE …

Was about a ½ inch thick hairball around the beater for the entire 12 inches or so. I look at her aghast!

Me: what the hell Andie?

Andie: that’s disgusting

Me: that’s all hair

Andie: I can’t help it if I shed

Me: hairs that’s obviously NEVER BEEN CLEANED OUT

Andie: I think I’m going to puke

Me: I need scissors

Andie: (happily leaving) OK

And then it takes a while for me to cut the entire mess out and it’s more than disgusting.